If you have read any of my past posts, you may have gotten the idea I’m not too keen on this getting older business. Well, I’m not and I don’t plan on taking it sitting down.
Since turning 50, I have been amazed at how things are changing. I don’t know if I hadn’t been noticing or if things really did start falling apart at 50. Most of the time, I don’t think about aging. I just go about my merry way. But lately I have discovered my mind and body do not belong to the same person. My mind believes I’m 30ish. Because of this, I am constantly doing things that my body wants no part of.
For example, last Sunday morning I got up early to do the weedeating in our yard. It takes me anywhere from 1 1/2 – 2 1/2 hours depending on the time of year and if I have used any Roundup. Because I weedeat such a big area, Phil was good enough to get me an industrial trimmer. It weighs about 40 pounds and I love it. Sunday, I worked a little less than 2 hours before I had to get ready for church. This was my first time this year and my arms were a little tired, but I didn’t think much about it.
Sunday evening rolled around and I had been planning a long run all week. The Sunday before I ran 7 miles and was shooting for 8 miles that day. The first couple of miles were good. At mile 3, things started getting harder. Mile 4 knocked me on my tail and I did the walk of shame home. All during miles 3 and 4 I was racking my brain trying to figure out where I had gone wrong. I was well rested, well hydrated, had a good lunch, was looking forward to my run, so what was it? Then it hit me, it was the weedeating.
Sunday night I made a post on Instagram and Facebook about my dismal performance. On Monday my friend Theresa asked me if I was still sore. I told her I wasn’t sore, that I was just old and couldn’t do both the same day. :-O On Tuesday, my arms were so sore I had to wear a button up shirt, because I couldn’t raise my arms. (I told Theresa she jinxed me and it was all her fault!)
As I thought about it, it occurred to me that I am an idiot. I did relatively hard manual labor for nearly 2 hours and ran 4 miles. Not anything to be ashamed of. Especially if you consider before I started running I always planned my weedeating on days that it was the only physical activity I was doing because it would completely wipe me out.
I’m thinking as the mowing/weedeating season goes on, it will get easier and I won’t plan a long run on the same day. Plus, I may have found an ace in the hole. Our neighbors have a grandson in the 7th grade who is wanting a job.:)
Since I’m on the topic of aging today, another thing I have been noticing lately is how deep the lines and wrinkles are getting. Good grief. The wrinkles are terrible around my eyes, temples, cheeks, and mouth. I read one time that many famous women don’t smile, because they don’t want “laugh lines.” I guess all these lines mean I’ve had a lot to smile and laugh about in my 50 years, so I will wear them with pride.
To quote my brother David, “at the end of the day” I realize I need to be stronger and I need to be logging more miles. I may not be able to jump in like I could have 20 years ago, but that’s life, and I’m ok with it. Because “at the end of the day” it’s a good life, it is a very blessed life.
Run happy. Be fierce.